Post by demi on Apr 11, 2011 15:17:04 GMT -5
Kalea came darting down the road. She was late and she knew it. Mother had told her not to daly, to head straight there and walk fast but had she listened, no.
She saw some boys play fighting up ahead and ran up to them, "'Cuse me, where do I register?" she asked, praying that it wasn't too late.
She saw some boys play fighting up ahead and ran up to them, "'Cuse me, where do I register?" she asked, praying that it wasn't too late.
